Ivan(33)

A thrill of excitement raced through my belly. "Depends on the reward."

His lips skimmed my throat. "Oh, I can think of a few things that would motivate your studies."

"Like?"

His hand slipped under my skirt and between my thighs. "How about this?"

I gasped as his fingertips slid inside my panties. He gently petted the seam of my sex. "Or maybe you'd prefer my tongue here?"

I shuddered in his brawny arms. His skillful tongue had reduced me to tears of absolute joy last night. I'd never known orgasms could be that powerful. "You know I would."

He forced my thighs wide open and brushed his thumb across my clit. "Move in with me, Erin, and you can have this every morning and every night."

"I—"

Ivan kissed me, silencing my protest with his masterful mouth. "You belong with me, Erin. In my bed. In my home. In my arms. I love you, angel, and I know you love me."

"Yes," I whispered against his lips.

His hand went still between my thighs. "Yes you love me? Yes you belong with me? Or yes you will move in with me."

"All of it." I captured his mouth in a sensual kiss. "I love you. I belong to you."

"Always?"

I whimpered as his fingers began to torment me. Sitting there on his lap, I knew there was nothing I couldn't face with my big, sexy Russian protector in my corner. I brushed my lips across his and promised, "Always."